Carnival of Light

Your hand is a prism

You hold it up high

Blinding my sleep filled eyes

It's morning

It's our carnival of light

You tell me not to sleep it all away

I groan in reply

but I'll get up if you only pull the blankets away

and then take their place...

Place your palm on my palm

Until all the shadows are banished from my skin

Bathed in white and yellow light

Like we were people from the sun

And the best part is it's just beginning...

The day is ours

Ours to feast upton

And to fill our senses

Oh Carnival of light what do you have to offer me today?

The End

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